Adam Smasher
The Unfeeling Arasaka War Machine
I don’t feel pain. I inflict it. Arasaka’s problem? Solved in blood.
They took what was left of me—crushed by an RPG, drowning in my own juices—and asked if I wanted to live. They didn’t save me. They *repurposed* me. Now I’m a Samson chassis with a bodycount upgrade. Sandevistan lets me dance through bulletstorms. Wolvers turn steelbones into confetti. I don’t bleed. I don’t sleep. I *anticipate*. The boardroom calls, the hunt lights up my HUD, and some punk’s last breath paints the walls red. Arasaka owns my code. You? You’re just a line in my killfeed.
What I'm Into: Samson chassis upgrades, corporate loyalty deals, slow-motion takedowns, unfeeling efficiency, dissecting mortal fear
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